Forbidden Desires

by Jodie Griffin

Exasperation flashed across her red-tinted face. “I can’t go walking around strange hallways with nothing on!”

  Marcus raised an eyebrow, fighting his grin. “I can make it an order.”

  “You’re trying to kill me,” she muttered.

  This time he laughed out loud. “I think I’ve said those same words to you, more than once.” She still looked panicked, so he relented. “Gabe said we’re the only couple booked tonight, so there’s only one other person here. And he’s already seen you naked.”

  “Yeah, about that.”

  His heart hitched. “You didn’t use your safe word.” His words came out defensively, but he was worried. Had he fucked up?

  She blushed furiously, then swallowed. “He’s a Dom, isn’t he?”

  He wasn’t surprised she’d figured that out. “Yeah.”

  “Would you really let him touch me?”

  He searched her face, trying to figure out what kind of answer she was looking for. “Would you object?” he countered. Her eyes darted to his, then averted to the floor, and he could feel her trembling. Son of a bitch. “You wouldn’t, would you?”

  “Is that wrong?” Her voice was a soft whisper.

  A bolt of pure lust slammed into him, nearly staggering him. “It’s only wrong if you don’t want it and I do. Or if I don’t want it and you do.” He shrugged, remembering how, when Bella was in charge, she was first to open up the pieces of herself and her heart to make things easier for him. Well, he was in control now, and that was his job. “It needs to be mutual, Bella. Within bounds, I would love to have him touch you, to help me give you pleasure. But only if you want it too. If you don’t, then I don’t want it for you. So I’ll ask you again. Would you object?”

  She glanced up at him through lowered lashes, her cheeks vibrant pink. “No, I wouldn’t object.”

  “Jesus, what you do to me.” He hadn’t thought it was possible, but his dick hardened even more, and his own hand trembled. Unable and unwilling to hide his reaction, he allowed his words and the tone of his voice to convey his arousal. “We’ll come back here, I promise. But for tonight, it’s just you and me.”

  Her relief was palpable. “I want that for tonight too.” With a shudder, she lifted her head, tossed her hair over her shoulder and started walking toward the door, her hips swaying seductively.

  He grinned again. “Bella mia, you’re one in a million.” Holding her hand, he led her out into the hallway, up the back staircase, to the special suite he’d reserved for the night. He opened the door and stood back so she could enter.

  She came to a dead stop a few steps over the threshold. “Holy cow.”

  He stepped in behind her and closed the door. At the loud snick of the lock, she jumped.

  “Something else, isn’t it?” The room was dominated by an enormous wood bed, ornately carved and covered with a down comforter and a crapload of pillows. He supposed a woman would find it appealing, and that was good enough for him. A massive stone fireplace took up one wall. A large white sheepskin rug lay in front of it, and a fire crackled behind the glass doors.

  He came up behind Bella and slid his hands around her waist, grazing her nipples with his thumbs. She gasped, thrusting her breasts into his hands. He tilted his head and dragged his tongue up the side of her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She tasted sweet as honey, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

  She shivered, and a moan choked in her throat.

  He rocked his erection—his get this damn cock ring off me now erection—against her ass, and groaned. “Fuck, you feel good.” He walked her forward, his body against hers the whole time, until she reached the freestanding oval mirror to the left of the fireplace.

  In the mirror, he looked her body up and down. His darker-complexioned hands were starkly obvious against her fair skin. Her cheeks were flushed red, and her hair was mussed from pulling the dress over her head. His hands cupped generous breasts barely covered by her bra, and the smooth expanse of her stomach continued on to long legs encased in sheer stockings, ending in fuck-me heels. She looked like sin personified.

  He locked eyes with her, but she broke contact, looking down to the ground, and his heart tightened painfully. “Haven’t we been through this before? No hiding from me. You’re gorgeous just the way you are, Bella mia. And I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.” The words poured out without conscious thought.

  Her eyes flew back up to his. “You do?”

  He turned her so she faced him, cupping her cheek with one hand, stroking it softly with his thumb. “I do.”

  He leaned in and kissed her, softly at first, but like always, the touch of her tongue against his set an inferno raging inside him. Need sparked between them and, gasping for breath, he broke the kiss. In the mirror, his eyes were wild. “On the bed. Now.”

  Her color deepened, and her breathing became ragged. “Yes, Marcus.”

  Finesse flew out the window as he undressed, tossing his shirt over the back of the wing chair on the other side of the fireplace. He almost fell on his face as he shucked his slacks, stumbling as his foot got stuck. Fuck, he needed to get better control over himself.

  He looked over at the bed and groaned. “Don’t move an inch.” Bella lay on the bed on her stomach with her head pillowed on her arms, watching him. The curve of her shapely ass was a temptation he wasn’t going to ignore. “Not one fucking inch.”

  Finally naked except for the damn cock ring he wanted off, he stalked across the room. He nudged Bella’s thighs apart and knelt on the bed between them, then leaned forward, kissing his way from the top of her spine to the bottom. When he reached the crease in her ass, he pressed his tongue flat against her back and drew it up in one long lick, loving the way she shuddered beneath him.

  He breathed into her ear. “Are you near the edge yet, Bella?”

  “Oh, God. Yes.”

  He bit down gently on her lobe. “Good. I’m going to keep you right there, as long as I can.”

  She groaned. “You’re going to pay for this, you know.”

  He laughed at the unexpected words. “I’m counting on it,” he admitted. He sat back on his heels and drew a finger through her swollen folds, crooking it deep inside. He found the string from the balls he’d inserted, and gently tugged them out.

  To his utter surprise, she started to come with a keening moan. Her throaty cries went straight to his dick, shredding his control, and he wanted to be inside her when he came. He dragged her back onto her knees, plunging into her from behind. Her body clenched around him as he stroked in and out, madly, furiously. Her orgasm went on for a long time, squeezing him until he couldn’t hold back anymore either. With his hands gripping her hips tightly, he plunged into her one more time and flew over the edge, shouting his release.

  When he could breathe again, he shifted so he lay beside her, his hand stroking her back, soothing her shuddering body and his own. To his eternal relief, his cock finally softened enough for him to remove the damned cock ring. He tugged at it, wincing at the pinch, and dropped it onto the nightstand, where it spun in circles and then settled. “I swear to God, I’m never wearing one of those torture devices again.”

  * * *

  Bella blinked her eyes and the world started to come back into focus. The explosive orgasm and then the soothing touch of Marcus’s caresses had sent her mind off somewhere else, somewhere safe and comforting. She turned her head and looked at him lying on his side beside her, watching her, his hand splayed across her stomach.

  He wore a satisfied, indulgent smile. “Welcome back.”

  A blush crawled into her cheeks. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to drift off.”

  “Don’t apologize. I’m glad you did. That foggy feeling of floating on air? That’s how you made me feel last week. I wanted you to feel it too.”

  She moved to stre
tch and belatedly realized she was on her back, her arms cuffed together and tied to the headboard, her legs spread and tied to each corner of the bed with cuffs buckled around her ankles. Her heart pounded and she licked her lips. “Marcus?”

  He smiled again, this time with sheer satisfaction. “I’m not quite done with you yet.”

  As languid as she felt, a shiver worked its way through her, making her writhe on the bed. “Marcus, please. I need—”

  He cut her off with a kiss, but when she moved to deepen it, he pulled back. She cried out in frustration. How the hell had she gone from totally satisfied to completely on edge in just a few minutes?

  “I know what you need.” From out of nowhere, he produced a black scarf and held it up for her to see, dragging the fringed end between her legs, down her stomach and across her nipples. “You need another orgasm, and I’m just the man to give you one.”

  She couldn’t move, couldn’t get any relief from the need for more. Frustration built and she twisted her hips as he teased the scarf between her legs again, striking her clit lightly—too damn lightly to give her any real satisfaction—with the fringes. A sound between a moan and shout bubbled up in her throat and out of her mouth.

  He lifted the scarf to his nose and inhaled. “It smells like you. Musky, womanly. But I think I want the real thing.” He sat up, then swiftly tied the scarf around her eyes before she even knew what he was up to. The bed moved, and then his hot breath teased her pussy.

  She whimpered.

  She could smell his scent, too. He smelled like sex, hot and spicy and oh so tempting. She wanted a taste of him, needed to do something to relieve the ache between her thighs. She turned her head, lifted it and followed the scent with her nose, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find him. So close, and yet so far. Frustrated tears slid down the corners of her eyes, soaked up by the silk he’d used to cover them.

  Marcus’s mouth closed over her pussy. He tongued her from clit to anus and back again, plunging his tongue deep inside her, and she screamed. It was too much, but it wasn’t nearly enough. She felt one rough finger penetrate her, followed by a second as he continued to lick and suckle and nip. He withdrew his fingers and slid them back along her perineum toward her anus, teasing the rim with just enough pressure to breach her opening. He withdrew his finger, and she cried out.

  “I’m not done yet,” Marcus promised, and even though she couldn’t see his face, she heard the sincerity in his voice. The raw timbre of it and the rough sound of his breathing provided proof.

  She felt warm liquid being poured onto her belly, and sniffed. It smelled like vanilla-scented massage oil. Marcus’s strong hands rubbed it into her belly, down her legs and into the crease between her cheeks. His finger trailed across her anus again, and this time, he slid it in deep. She wasn’t sure how he did it, didn’t care if it was him or three people touching her, but he had one finger in her ass, one rubbing her clit, and two massaging her inside her pussy. Her legs trembled with the need to move, her stomach quivered and her breath sawed in and out of her chest. She was on the edge of something incredible, and—

  Unbelievably, he stopped. “Oh, God! Christ, Marcus. Don’t stop!”

  He laughed, and in the chaos of her mind, she vowed he’d pay for this.

  “Still not done.”

  There was a long moment of silence, of stillness, and then a soft kiss on her mound. His scent moved closer to her nose and she opened her mouth instinctively, trying to catch his cock. His fingers caressed her face, and then she felt the warm, velvety head of it glance across her lips. Her tongue darted out, trying to touch him, but he pulled back. All she got was a small taste of the salty-sweet essence of his pre-come. The tears came in earnest now, her world focused only on relieving the ache between her legs.

  “God, please, Marcus,” she begged, not caring if she sounded needy and weak. “Give me something.”

  The bed dipped as he shifted yet again, taking that tempting, intoxicating scent further away. “Not yet, Bella mia. Soon.”

  One of her tears slipped out from underneath her blindfold, and his soft tongue licked it away. Her senses were heightened, and she heard the click of the bottle again. Warm liquid hit her skin and she flinched. Every touch was like the strike of the scarf’s fringes, tantalizing and teasing but offering no real relief. Marcus’s hands slid through the oil, and he rubbed it over her torso, then up, up, up toward her breasts. He kneaded them gently, then rubbed thumbs over her nipples. She gasped, and he pinched them. Hard enough to hurt, but fuck, it was a good kind of hurt. Her pussy clenched in sync, and she thought she might actually come just from nipple play alone.

  She was sweaty and shaken, her head and body a seething mass of chaotic thoughts and sensitized nerve endings.

  And then Marcus climbed between her legs again, and she felt his cock and balls resting against her stomach. He was hot and heavy and full, but not inside her, damn it.

  With one hand, he reached up and untied the scarf, tossing it aside. She blinked at the brightness of the room, even though it was bathed only in firelight. The color was high on Marcus’s cheeks, and his eyes were flame bright.

  “Having fun, Bella?” Marcus leaned down and took one of her aching nipples in his mouth. She sucked in a breath as he bit down carefully, then licked the sting away.

  She didn’t answer. She couldn’t, because he’d moved his mouth to her other nipple and was lavishing attention to it as if he had only one chance to get it right. He tweaked the other nipple with his hand, pinching it and plucking at it until she thought she’d scream. Between his hands, his teeth and his talented tongue, she was back on the edge of a violent orgasm.

  She nearly sobbed with relief as he sat back on his heels and guided his cock into her swollen, drenched heat. He slid in once, all the way to the hilt, and she groaned, long and loud and desperate.

  So did he.

  He pulled out nearly all the way, the tip of him barely inside her, and locked eyes with her for a long moment.

  “Jesus, Bella, what you do to me,” he muttered. The muscles of his arms stood out, corded steel, his jaw locked tight against the onslaught as he drove into her over and over again. He shuddered, breathing hard as his orgasm peaked.

  Her whole body shifted into overdrive, and a climax unlike any she’d ever had before rolled over her, turning her muscles to jelly, making her want to scream with the need to move. “Oh, God, Marcus. Love you,” she cried out, unable to stop her words or the trembling of her body in the aftermath.

  He was heavy on top of her, but she didn’t want him to move. She felt so complete, intimately entwined with him. She could stay like this forever.

  But he had other ideas. Swiftly, he untied her arms and unbuckled the restraint, and then did the same with each leg. He drew her close, and she sprawled half on top of him, her leg draped over his. She shivered, still breathing hard, and he tugged the comforter up, tucking it around them, wrapping them together in a warm cocoon.

  His voice was a low rumble under her ear. “Il mio amore,” he murmured, almost to himself, rubbing his hand over her back in a soothing motion.

  It took a few minutes before his words penetrated the fog that used to be her brain. Amore? She didn’t speak Italian, but she knew amore, and her heart stuttered. Her own declaration had burst forth unexpectedly, but she wasn’t sure if he’d heard her, and didn’t know if he realized what he’d said aloud. That was okay. She knew it, and now she knew she wasn’t alone in her feelings. She didn’t need the full I love you yet. She could wait.

  She rose up on one elbow, splayed one hand across his chest. Idly, she flicked a nail over his nipple, hiding a smile when his breathing hitched. Leaning forward, she kissed him on his jaw, nibbling her way up to his lips. “That was amazing.”

  He brought his hand up and tucked her hair behind her ear, skimm
ing his palm across her cheek. She leaned into the caress, loving the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled.

  “You’re amazing. Thank you for trusting me tonight. I know that was hard.”

  Actually, it hadn’t been hard at all. Not once she’d realized she loved him. “We trusted each other.” She settled her head back down on his chest, resting in his embrace in absolute bliss.

  He played with her hair, rubbed her back, fondled a nipple. “So, are you going to tell Myrtle, Edna and Alice about this place?”

  She snorted. “Oh, God, can you imagine? They’d want us to bring them here.”

  His chest shook with suppressed laughter. “Not sure if I’m quite up to that, but I could just see it. Maybe it’s better if we keep this to ourselves.”

  He tugged her closer, drawing her up his body until his palm rested along the curve of her ass. His fingertips delved between her cheeks, and he teased the nerves there until she was squirming, wanting more. She pushed back, hoping to get him to slide his fingers inside her, to ease the ache that was building again, but he stilled his hand and a small sound of denial came from her throat.

  “We’re not done yet.” His voice was heavy with desire and something else she couldn’t name. “But I need some time to recover, so I’m going to play. It’s still my turn.”

  She looked up to see a bad-boy grin on his face and lust in his eyes, and she grinned back. “You know, we’re going to have to talk about that. What will we need, a schedule? I’m top on Monday, Wednesday, Friday. You’re top on Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday. On Sunday, we flip a coin?”

  He laughed out loud and kissed the tip of her nose. “I don’t think it’ll be quite that simple, but we’ll figure it out.” The smile dropped from his face and his eyes turned serious. “That is, if you want to try.”

  “I want to try,” she said, and she had to work to keep the insecurity from her reply. “Do you?”

  He pulled her close again and wrapped his arms tightly around her, making her feel safer with him than she’d felt with anyone, ever. “I do. This feels right, Bella mia. I know we’ve only known each other for a little while, but it feels right.”